The cheating wife

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I always thought my wife was an incapable woman. She's smart, beautiful, and lively, and at 29, she possesses the allure of a mature woman—naturally, many men would be attracted to her. However, aside from the occasional scandal involving me, I've always had complete trust in her over the years of our marriage. I've known him for almost seven years. He's single now, his family broke apart due to a relationship issue. He's a makeup artist, financially well-off, and has had a constant stream of women since his divorce, but most weren't interested in his financial gain; rather, they were drawn to his unique approach to women, both physically and sexually. My wife was one of them; she admitted that his skills in bed made her infatuated. Last June, I went on a four-month business trip to Germany, and before leaving, I asked him to look after my wife. When I returned, I discovered their relationship had gone beyond friendship. I found photos of my wife and him on his computer—nude, resembling images from pornographic websites. My wife confessed and told me they had also recorded videos with other people! I never imagined my wife could be so promiscuous, but after seeing the photos and videos, I felt more excitement than anger. My wife told me what happened. It was a Saturday afternoon, a month after I left. She was taking a nap when he called and asked her to come over for dinner that evening. Having nothing else to do, she agreed. Unexpectedly, it started pouring rain on the way, soaking her completely. When she arrived at his house, her skirt and shirt were soaked through, and she was a sorry sight. He took out a towel to dry her off. Suddenly, he ripped open her shirt, pinned her hands down, and took her nipple into his mouth. My wife's nipples are usually her most sensitive spot during sex, and she completely loses control when I take them. She was the same way then, and all he said to her was "I love you to death." Under those circumstances, she completely lost control and let him do as he pleased. From then on, she was hopelessly addicted. He constantly came up with new ways to make her crave sex with him; they did it in bed, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the table, and outdoors. During the time she was with him, she was a complete slut. I approached him and told him that his wife had admitted to their relationship, which embarrassed him. I told him I wouldn't blame him, but I wanted to see them truly together. He was surprised and frightened, thinking I wanted to punish him. I explained my thoughts to him, which he found strange. I told him to think about it for a while and then tell me, because I knew he couldn't bear to lose a beauty like his wife. At that time, his wife was also enjoying the thrill of sex, so my wish was pretty much fulfilled. One day in mid-August this year, I invited him to our home. He said he was in the process of immigrating to Australia. During dinner, he formally apologized to my wife and me, and my wife blushed. I said, "You'll always be my friend." I looked at my wife, but half-jokingly said to him, "You still owe me something!" Both my wife and he were surprised. I took the opportunity to say to him, "If neither of you wants to, I won't force you, but since you're leaving, give her one last hug!" He looked at me, then at my wife. I nodded to him, and he took my wife's hand. I noticed that my wife started to tremble, and her eyes were a little wet. I went over and pulled them together to the sofa. My wife sat in the middle, and I moved to the sofa opposite her. No one spoke. He took my wife's hand again, and I knelt down to kiss her legs, my hands caressing her waist. My wife slowly relaxed. He put his arm around her shoulders and began kissing her face, then her ears. I continued to massage her legs, slowly lifting her skirt until her fair thighs were fully exposed. Her white lace thong clung tightly to her full vulva, and she began to kiss him involuntarily. He continued to kiss her body gently, his right hand caressing her thighs. Then he laid her flat on the sofa, kneeling in front of it and kissing her from her thighs down to her feet. When he put her toes in his mouth, she couldn't help but bite her lip and moan, gripping the sofa with both hands. He continued kissing upwards, sometimes circling her knees and thighs with his tongue, then slowly pulled down her skirt and panties. My wife lay naked on the sofa. He lifted her left leg and placed it on the back of the sofa, then lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder. His head was between her legs, and his tongue began to lick her genitals. My wife moaned and writhed. Watching my wife being played with by someone else, my whole body heated up. I really wanted to join in, but I was afraid of ruining the mood. His tongue quickly teased my wife's genitals. The love juice flowing from her genitals and his saliva had already stuck her pubic hair together. My wife didn't have much pubic hair, but her vulva was thick, making it even more clearly visible. It was red and swollen. At this moment, he placed a cushion under my wife's buttocks and lowered his head again to lick her genitals, while one hand opened from below.He gently teased his wife's anus, then licked her vulva with his tongue, and then her anus. His wife began to tremble and moan loudly. He also inserted one of his middle fingers into her vagina, and she moved up and down in rhythm with him. His wife quickly opened her eyes briefly and then closed them again, one hand gripping the base of his penis. He thrust forward, and the glans entered her mouth. His wife enveloped the glans with her lips, and he moved his body back and forth, letting his penis move in and out of her mouth. His wife began to perform oral sex on him, one hand kneading his testicles, the other stroking her own genitals. After a minute or two, he withdrew his penis and returned it between his wife's legs, spreading them apart. I carefully examined her genitals; they were already swollen and red. Her vagina was open, about a quarter the size of a fingernail, filled with glistening fluid. Her anus also began to twitch. He grasped his penis and aimed it at his wife's vagina. Since the glans was already red and hard from her sucking, he easily inserted it. His wife let out another "hmm," tilting her head towards the back of the sofa. He thrust his hips forward, widening her vagina, and his penis entered further. Suddenly, he pressed down between her legs, quickly inserting his entire penis into her vagina. His wife cried out loudly, quickly pressing her hands against her lower abdomen, biting her upper lip with her lower teeth, and tightly clamping her legs around his waist. He knelt on the sofa, supporting his wife's waist with both hands, and began thrusting between her legs, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed. His wife began sucking on her fingers, making "hmm" sounds. His speed increased, and his wife's genitals began to make "plop, plop" sounds of wetness. His thighs slammed against his wife's buttocks and genitals, making crisp "slap, slap" sounds. As his rhythm shifted between fast and slow, his wife's cries became incoherent. After a while, he lowered her legs, continuing his rapid thrusting while simultaneously reaching over to suckle one of her nipples. After only a few thrusts, she couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "I want it! I want it..." He then lay on top of her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs raised and hooked around his buttocks, drawing his penis deeper into her vagina. Trembling, he said to her, "Yes, baby, squeeze me tight, harder, squeeze me like this... I love you so much, my little baby!" His penis then thrust even faster and harder into her vagina. Her vulva was smeared with her secretions, her swollen labia tightly gripping his penis, pulling in and out with each thrust. I knew she was about to climax. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and then parted again. Suddenly, his head snapped up, moaning "Ah ah," indicating he was about to ejaculate. He lay on top of his wife, his lower body heaving wildly, his penis pounding and thrusting into her vagina like a pile driver. His wife trembled, her mouth agape as she screamed as if crying. Then, he pressed his lower abdomen tightly between her legs, his penis fully inside her vagina, remaining still. His buttocks twitched a few times before he ejaculated a large amount of semen into her body, then collapsed onto her like a deflated balloon. In just a few seconds, his wife climbed up from under him, sat in my lap, and hugged me tightly, her flushed face pressed against my neck as she kissed me passionately. I caressed her; her orgasmic excitement continued, her nipples still erect, her hardened clitoris still protruding from her labia, and the semen flowing from her vagina made my shorts sticky. As he hurriedly prepared to get dressed, I glanced at his penis, which, though semi-erect, was still quite large and covered in my wife's vaginal fluid and his semen, and said, "You two should take a shower first!" My wife wanted me to help her shower, but I said, "Why don't we shower together? Let him help you." He knelt down below my wife, turned the shower on full blast, and sprayed water onto her vulva. The water washed over her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening, arousing her again. She squinted and moaned softly. He stroked her for a while and then kissed her vulva. My wife went limp, turned around, knelt down, and took my penis into her mouth, while her other hand gripped his penis and began to stroke it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned off the shower and led my wife and him to the bedroom. I lay on the bed, and my wife knelt beside me, giving me oral sex, while he knelt below, licking my wife's buttocks. After a while, I had my wife stay still, moved behind her, and had him lie on the bed, letting my wife give him oral sex. As I entered my wife's vagina from behind, I watched his penis gradually harden under her vigorous sucking. Then I had her lie down, and I thrust into her from the front while he kneaded her nipples beside me. Moments later, my wife was moaning repeatedly, "Ah...husband...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die...ah...ah..." The next morning when I woke up, I found that the makeup artist had left a note and left. My naked wife was still fast asleep, but her genitals were red and swollen again... [The End]

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